I, Dayan of the senior department, never dies

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The painter gritted his teeth and controlled himself, trying not to draw his sword to cut her.

This guy did it on purpose!

This guy wants to make her look ugly by eating spicy food!

No wonder she suddenly treats guests, she is really uneasy and kind!

"It's so spicy, it's not good for the stomach. Mr. Miaobi, why don't you order some lighter dishes?"

Bai Zhou was knocked on the head by a wonderful pen.

"Axi, just wait and eat. And the spiciness of this restaurant is comparable to that of Sichuan, it's delicious."

"gentlemen……"

During the day, he glanced at the painter.

"Let's go (whispers)."

Clap~ (knock on the head)

"Go? Why do you want to go?"

The painter stared at the wonderful pen.

He actually used the kid to provoke her.

Heh, it's just spicy. She just doesn't like it, but it's not that she can't eat it.

Dare to say that the spiciness is comparable to that of Sichuan.She wants to see if the spiciness is pure or not.

"Ah, don't eat spicy food."

Miaobi reminded me "kindly".

"Oh, I'm afraid you drink too much water and your stomach will be damaged."

The artist also replied "friendly".

The tip of the needle is facing the wheat awn, and the spicy food war is about to break out.

"...Σ(OдO|||)..."

Sitting quietly in the position during the day, without saying a word.

But... Mr. who has such a big emotional change... is also super interesting.

The dishes were served quickly, and a large table was set up.

The noodles were then brought up.

Three big bowls of red noodles were placed in front of them.

"I'm starting... Eleven, don't just look at the chopsticks."

Miaobi picked up a chopstick dipped in chili oil noodles, and sucked it into his mouth in one bite.

The painter picked up a few noodles and sucked them into his mouth.Afterwards, the artist grasped the chopsticks tightly, pressed the fist with his left hand against the table, touched something with his tail wagging from side to side, and then tightly wrapped around the object to share the sensory stimulation brought by the spiciness.

"..."

Feeling the tightness coming from the tail, Bai Tian silently took a bite of the thick slice of meat inside the noodles.

Well, the spiciness is okay.

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The painter was brought back by the daylight.

In order to be brave, the painter insisted on eating half of the spicy dishes and the whole bowl of noodles.As a result, I was so hot that I didn't even want to say a word, and I couldn't walk steadily.

"Sir, drink some milk and rinse your mouth."

Milk can effectively relieve the spicy feeling.

"Guru Guru~"

After drinking a small cup of milk, the painter felt much more comfortable.

"It's too early for a mere writer to want me to admit defeat."

As long as he thinks of the wonderful brush that he cheated instead of eating spicy food, the painter will feel comfortable.

"Sir, eating so much spicy food is not good for your health. You should have a good rest."

During the day, the painter went to the bed and sat down, then took off her shoes and covered her with a quilt.

"...where are you going?"

The artist thought that Bai Tian was going to pack up his things, but when he saw that Bai Tian was walking straight to the door without any sign of stopping on his feet, she finally asked.

"Go and earn some money, sir. Tomorrow we have to go and see the vehicles we want to buy and the beasts who pull them. The day after tomorrow will be the market in Shuanglin Town, just to buy some clothes for you. After that, we will... "

"go Go."

The painter turned his back to Bai Tian who was standing at the door and chattering non-stop.

This brat, why don't you just say to make money, do you have to explain the itinerary for the next half month?

"Sir, I'll be back soon."

The kid's voice disappeared with the sound of the door being closed.

The painter who planned to take a lunch break for her schedule like a day, but couldn't sleep no matter what.

Sure enough, I still eat too much spicy food.

Rubbing her stomach, the pungent taste left in her mouth reminded her of another sister.

Spicy, what's good?

With a lot of thoughts in his heart, the painter's eyes moved from the roof to the bamboo box.

"..."

Little devil...how did he earn coins?

Writers can also make some money by telling secret history and black materials.

The brat is so small... how to make money?

The desire to explore rose in the painter's heart.

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"Money, money, fly, fly, fly into my hands~."

Walking on the street during the day, even at noon, the town is still very lively.

While looking around, he hummed softly the ditty he composed.

"So, please tell me, what is the mission this time?"

【Detecting...】

Wherever the holy blue vertical eyes look, relevant information is displayed.

【Apple: Moisture... Nutrients...】

[Wang San: Race: Luper, Age: 26 years old, Condition: Kidney Water Deficiency and Cold]

[Parallel pole: Composition: Bamboo, Year of use: 8 years...]

A large amount of complicated information flooded into the mind, and then was quickly filtered out, leaving only a few useful information.

such as……

"Grandma, how do you sell apples?"

During the day, I squatted in front of a white-haired old woman's stall and asked the price.

The old lady glanced at the smiling little baby, then grinned slightly, showing a smile, and compared five fingers.

"Then I'll buy these, grandma, let's see how much it costs."

During the day, he picked up twelve good-quality apples, put them in a bag and handed them to the old woman.

"Sixteen? Okay, here is the money, grandma, let's count it."

After taking the money from the daytime, the old woman just put them into the box next to her hand, bent down and picked up an apple and stuffed it into the daytime hand.

"How did this happen, grandma... Ah, thank you."

After thanking Grandma for her kindness, Bai Tian continued on.

In front of his eyes, the text on the translucent screen that only he could see was changing rapidly.

[Task completed: Take care of the business of Mrs. Huang who sells fruit (daily): Buy fruits that exceed the purchasing power of ten Yan Kingdom currency at will.

Mission completion degree: good (because of your actions, Granny Huang's favorability towards you has increased).

Task reward: After testing, you have spent sixteen Yan country coins, and now you will be returned 110 six Yan country coins. 】

Back to eleven support, return

"Abbe, let me push the cart for you!"

"Thank you for your hard work, little guy, come on, Able has some money here, use it to buy candy."

"Uncle, your package has been left behind!"

"Hey! Thank you, little brother. Come on, this 20 yuan is for you. Remember, good people get good rewards."

"Good rouge with a good beauty, beautiful sister, the rouge you want has arrived. Thanks for your attention, the shipping fee is one yuan, hehe."

"Okay, okay, the little guy has such a sweet mouth, come on, sister will give you a few more dollars."

Walking all the way to the post station, I don't know how many times I have been enthusiastic about helping others during the day.

Every time the zealous event ends, the daytime can receive many coins as rewards through [Complete the task].

But this is just a good thing he does every day, not "making money" as he said to the painter.

When he said making money, he meant...

"Beautiful sister, I'm here to pick up a letter, and the addressee is Xi."

Lying on the counter at the door of the post station, Bai Tian said to the little Volper girl with a naive smile.

"Wait a minute, little brother."

After a few breaths, an envelope was handed over.

"Trouble my sister."

Taking the envelope, Bai Zhou smiled and left here.

He took out the two large banknotes in the letter, threw the envelope into the trash can, and planned to go back during the day to see if the artist had a good rest.

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"Sir, I'm back."

Stepping into the house with apples during the day, he saw the painter sitting at the table painting.

"Sir, I bought fresh apples, and I'm going to wash them for you to eat."

"apple?"

The painter put down his pen, turned his head, and saw the bag of apples brought back by the day.

It seems that the kid has made money.

But she still prefers sweet and sour apricots to apples.

"Sir, eat the apple first."

During the day, he put a plate of apples on the table, and took out the best one from it and presented it to the painter.

"Um……"

The painter took the apple and took a light bite, and his mouth was full of juice, the meat was sweet and juicy.